Privacy and the invasion thereof

Hey Readers,

Remember what it's like to have your own space?
Yeah?
And there's no one there - it's all yours.
Yeah?
And when you come home from work, you aren't bombarded with soundssoundsconstantsounds?
Uhm, yeah?
And no one went into your room while you were at work at made your bed and moved things around in your room?
Yeah. Wait, what?

Remember privacy.
Remember quiet.
Remember freedom.
Remember not talking for hours on end.
Remember the only sound being your guitar.
Remember leaving doors open.
Remember the sense of accomplishment when another room was cleared.
Remember satisfaction of emptying the garage of so much garbage.
Remember the pride you started to feel.
Remember it.
Remember it.
Remember it.
Remember.